Role

Chapter 4

A ragtag mercenary camp, on the outskirts of a great battlefield fills your
vision.

"Boy! Bring us water!" the black-skinned mercenary bellowed. "Boy!
Hurry yer ass!"

Llibani came running around to the front of the tent with the pail of
water. He was ten now, and strength was coming to his skinny frame
from all the work he was made to do. He passed the water around to
Faleed and his men. He was turning to go back to his meager lean-to
against the corral when Faleed stopped him.

"Git over here boy. Now, I didnt take ya ta be my servant fer the rest of
yer life. Hell, Ordasen knows its hard enough ta find a proper trained
soldier in these lands, with all the recent madness. Ya aint fer gittin
water no more, I got me a couple a new slaves fer that," Faleed motioned
to two hobbled felar who were lugging the armor of dead men from the
battlefield. "I won em in a fight to the death against another captain.
Won me his men too, reckon only eight of em re any good ta me though.
Dont like yer name though. So Im gonna name ya after my old man.
From now on, yer ta go by Eled. I am Faleed ibn Eled, and you are Eled
ibn Llibani, got it? An yer only duties from now on, are ta make sure my
armorn weaponsre in order, and yer ta train every day with a sword,
and with yer fists. Only two weapons truly fit fer fightin ya ask me.
Hell, them other onesll do the trick in a pinch, but I reckon a couple a
swords and a mans fistsre all he needs ta make it in Thera. Now git,
and tend ta yer new duties."